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Post by lozi on Jul 19, 2017 19:06:08 GMT -5
Alright guys, I think everyone's finished their forms. I'll be traveling tomorrow, so probably by Friday I can put up a starter.
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 19, 2017 19:13:22 GMT -5
sounds good! c: i'm pumped
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Post by Brownie on Jul 19, 2017 19:23:48 GMT -5
(I've already written like, 2k of backstory little obsessed over my bb child but she's so easy to write. Eventually y'all will probably get to see most of this via flashbacks, and some of it is from midplotline too hyped!)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 19, 2017 20:44:48 GMT -5
ShortsA page for any short stories written for this. I have a few started, but feel free to add to the collection with stories of your own!
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 19, 2017 20:55:03 GMT -5
yoo i'm super invested in jasmine now? she seems way cool c8 & your writing is really nice to read, brownie! c': <3
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Post by Brownie on Jul 19, 2017 21:44:00 GMT -5
Hey thanks! She's a bit of a goofball tbh hopefully I'll finish the next one before this officially starts.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 20, 2017 8:44:38 GMT -5
I finished Torrian! I ran away with him a little bit, so he has some long descriptions haha
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Post by вlue вlood on Jul 20, 2017 8:58:26 GMT -5
yoo torrian sounds like such a fun character haha
"The Void™"
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 20, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -5
He is one of my favorite personalities to play!
yep, the void, the black hole of unknown
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Post by lozi on Jul 20, 2017 16:43:56 GMT -5
Hey guys, I've finally got in. I'll work on getting a starter when I can. /font]
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Post by Brownie on Jul 20, 2017 17:38:01 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Jul 20, 2017 20:34:06 GMT -5
Jake O'Malley "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
Sparks flew in Jake's workshop, the floor below the mutant's living quarters. He had his own level, shared with his father, accommodating both of their workshops, two bedrooms, and a common room. The floor might as well have been his own, seeing how rarely his father was around. Being the head scientist, his father would normally be found in the layer above Jake, poking the mutants with needles and prodding them with a stick of some sort, or on the topmost layer, planning and reporting to the government.
Jake's mind was in utter disarray, and he didn't notice when he slammed the sledgehammer onto his hand. Instead of recoiling in pain, Jake let out an audible curse as a beam of light shot out of the palm of the metal prosthetic, vaporizing the nearest workbench. Tools clattered to the ground, no longer supported by the bench.
Jake had lost his arm in what was supposed to be a training procedure with a mutant, they had been training him to spar. Often times, Jake would spend time with the mutants, befriending them and bringing them things like decks of card and such. He had gotten the closest with an acid manipulator, Clara, and she had wanted to spar with him. It started out friendly, but it became clear that she had directed him away from the others for a reason. She was urging him to let her go, to run away with him. When he said he couldn't, she began to get angrier and angrier, her sparring less controlled and more violent, until she snapped. She burned his right arm clean off, instilling an acid that would continue to eat away his flesh until there was nothing left of him.
The prosthetic came in more as an after thought, first they had to find a way to stop the acid from continuing its job. They placed a metal plate over the wound in hopes of holding together the wound, with no time to close it properly. It worked, but it was some of the worst pain Jake had experienced in his life. What was left of his shoulder had been held together with pins. Jake had grown weary of the mutants, and the constant ache in his shoulder kept reminding him, until his visits stopped and he faded from the mutant's floor. He never saw Clara again.
Raising his hand to inspect it, he opened and closed a fist. For the most part, it seemed to be working properly, but he most have hit something on the optical amplifiers to set it of like that. He frowned, letting his arm drop to his side and tried to figure out what to do next. Probably, he should go tell his father that he had a) vaporized his workbench, and now needed to borrow money to go out and replace it.
Taking out his I.D card to scan into the elevator, he swiped it at the door, once at the buttons, and again to get out of the elevator. He let out a wan smile to the security camera, his normally joking mood dulled by the fact that he would have to tell his father before he found out. Most likely, he would be on the mutant's level. A knot twisted in his stomach, a sort of fear and apprehension. This was definitely not something that he wanted to do, meeting the mutants or his father.
Stepping out of the elevator, he clenched his prosthetic into a fist. He didn't need any laser beams vaporizing them just yet. Living on the mutant's level was practically the same as living in a jail cell. Guarded, and minimal contact between the mutants to stop rebellion. Waving to the half-awake guards (it was about 4:30 in the morning), he waited as they unlocked the several bolts and locks on the door.
Because of his sweet tooth, Jake always had some sort of candy on his person. This time it was a roll of starburst. To settle his nerves, he grabbed a red one and steeled himself to meet the kind of people that had almost killed him.
It felt like he was invading, so instead of just waltzing into the room and searching the place, he leaned through the door frame, and knocked on the wall, since there wasn't a door. "Hello?"
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Post by Gengar on Jul 20, 2017 22:56:36 GMT -5
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 20, 2017 23:18:47 GMT -5
(where are we starting with this thing anyway? They haven't escaped yet right?)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 0:15:27 GMT -5
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ let me protect ur smol char also oscar's quote is gonna be a dean quote /shot
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 2:24:58 GMT -5
The mutants have, in reality, probably never seen the sky since their first tests. They're not allowed to live among normal people, so they have a special level as living quarters.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 3:16:35 GMT -5
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ let me protect ur smol char also oscar's quote is gonna be a dean quote /shot Aw thx I'm stoked you like him I can't wait to rp him! Oscar looks rad too!!
Ooo what Dean quote he has so many good ones
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 6:22:01 GMT -5
( My starter post is up! Sorry that it's a little meh, I wasn't sure quite how to start this. )
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 7:38:22 GMT -5
[ Should the mutants start as in their rooms, or something to that affect? ]
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Post by lozi on Jul 21, 2017 7:40:54 GMT -5
[ Should the mutants start as in their rooms, or something to that affect? ] [ Sure! If you guys want to brainstorm whatever kind of living condition they are in then that's ok by me. It's up to you guys, since Jake has his own unique kind of condition. ]
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Post by . on Jul 21, 2017 7:58:16 GMT -5
(I got one last day of camp but I can definitely reply by tomorrow. I'll probably be too drained after camp today to reply. Sorry!)
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Post by Brownie on Jul 21, 2017 10:13:07 GMT -5
"Kaede Osborne" - - - Jasmine thought her shoulders were about to pop from their sockets. Her arms were bent painfully behind her and her wrists ached from the cold metal cuffs. Her instincts said to do something, to fight, to flee. But she clamped those thoughts down tightly and forced her feet to move in the direction she was lead. She had been stripped down and given neon green shorts and a blue tank top to wear over her underwear, and already the tank top stuck stickily to her back from the sweat of her fear. She hung her head as the guards pulled her through room after room until they reached an elevator. She was shoved in, none too lightly, and the two guards took their places in front of her. The elevator descended.
They followed more halls, more rooms. Several times they stopped and Jasmine was forced to wait as one of her guards filled out paperwork, punched in codes, or otherwise worked his way through security checks. Always one guard had a hand on her shoulder or clamped around her cuffed wrists. After a half hour of this routine, the pain from being cuffed and manhandled faded to a dull ache. Her mind wandered. The fear slowly faded too, although that took a little longer. She started to shy away from other's eyes, conscious of her status as a prisoner and of her atrocious forced sense of style. At least the tank top complemented her newly-dyed, neon blue roots to her hair. They took one more elevator. Down two floors.
The room here were much different than the ones they had passed. It looked lived in, or at least not as sterile and cookie cutter as the others. A few chairs sat in the corner of one room, and coffee stains could be seen on the carpet. There were little baubles on the desk where the guard checked her in. She was lead down a small hall, then pushed into a room. There was no other exit. One guard gestured to a chair in the center of the room. It was chained to the ground. The fear came back double, and she fought away from it, but cuffed and outnumbered there was little she could do and was quickly forced into the chair. Her cuffs were looped with a chain, and that was locked through the chair and to a iron ring in the floor. The guards left her in silence.
No one came. Alone in the room, she started counting the seconds and minutes. There was nothing else to do. Five minutes. Fifteen. A half hour.
Finally the door opened forty minutes into her count. A young man entered with a clipboard. He couldn't have been older than she was, with a shock of blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a long white lab coat. She tensed in the seat, fearing the worst. Instead, he sounded bored as he started the questions. "Name."
Jasmine lifted her head and gave him the best smile she could muster. "Kaede Osborne."
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Jasmine opened her eyes, fully awake. She didn't move, just stared at the white ceiling. The bed dug into her shoulder blades, but that was a familiar pain now, almost comfortable. Two weeks since she had gained this room. Seventeen days since she had taken on the identity of Kaede. Twenty three since she had last been in a familiar bed in the basement of Surge, twenty four days ago she had accepted the assignment to infiltrate Project Patchwork.
She had been so excited to take the assignment. It was her chance to get out in the world, to see how things would have been if the world hadn't been totally flipped over twelve years ago. She knew it was dangerous, but it was also important. All of the plants and agents the Surge had in the government, everything higher up, they all spoke of Project Patchwork.
Jasmine stared at the wall. The dream --the memory-- still lingered. She knew she wouldn't sleep. Eventually someone would come for her, make sure she was alive, give her some breakfast. Probably. She waited.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 10:35:10 GMT -5
[ I'm going to pretty this up when I get home, but this is my starter post ]
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 14:56:33 GMT -5
Oscar Liss ❝ My name is [Oscar Liss]. I am an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. ❞ "Just sign here, please. You'll be in for a few weeks, tops, and then you're out with your scholarship,"the woman behind the desk advised him.
Oscar winked at her and grinned as she grimaced back. Easy money. Besides, they wouldn't be doing human trails if they weren't already 100% this medicine was safe right?
Wrong. It wasn't even medicine. But by the time he'd been placed in cuffs so heavy his arms felt like they were going to fall off, it was too late to turn back. They led him down endless corridors, just quickly enough that he didn't get a good look at anything. Just slowly enough that he thought he was going to fall over by the time they led him to a little room that looked more like a prison cell than the "apartment-like complex" they'd advertised he'd be living in. At least there was a bed... and what seemed to be a "mattress" but was only 1" thick. He waited patiently as they removed the cuffs, but he yelped when they shoved him forward and slammed the door behind him. Upon turning around, he found that there was no knob on this side of the door.
After an hour of hitting and shouting, he wandered over to the cot and tried to fall asleep. Was all this really worth a full ride?
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"Oh, Kevin, you know I love it when you man-handle me," he purred, his wings brushing gently (but purposefully) against the guard's stomach. The young (and delightfully new) guard shoved him hard, but it was worth the sudden spike of pain in his wrists that came from the shuffling of the large cuffs he was wearing. He also had a larger pair designed for his wings, just so he couldn't cause commotion in the halls with them.
"His name isn't even Kevin," said Rob, a more experienced guard who was (unfortunately) quite used to Oscar's advances. He leaned over to whisper something into the new guard's ears, and then they resumed walking.
That prompted Oscar to wonder what his name actually was. Usually, the guards were supposed to give the mutants their personal information. Not only was it a breach of privacy, but it also meant they were lowering their guards. Oscar, however, knew he was, in fact, harmless, and the guards knew it to, and so he'd made it a game to try and get their names. In his humble opinion, it made his advances more personal. He wanted them to know that he wasn't just doing this for fun-- even though he was. It was the little entertainment he got in this wretched place. "Why did you wake me up so early, anyway," Oscar asked. He didn't really have much sense of time or date anymore, but he could tell both his guards were unusually calm, which really meant they were tired.
"Flying practice. You know the drill. There's gonna be a new recruit later, so they moved your time up," Rob explained. A sour feeling twisted in Oscar's stomach. "New recruit" was code for "another person whose life we're going to ruin." Oscar found it strange that Rob didn't care to avoid telling him that, but it was probably because he was half-asleep. Oscar's theory was confirmed when the new guard slapped Rob chidingly on the wrist. "You're not even supposed to be talking to him!" the guy whispered, but Oscar could definitely hear it.
Why was training scheduled so strangely? Oscar guessed it was because they didn't want him seeing any of the other "recruits." Maybe even passing them in the halls was dangerous.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 15:09:18 GMT -5
Kellan Parker◘ ◘ ◘ ◘
It was the Starburst that caught Kellan Parker's attention. As far as he knew, of all the current mutants who had survived experimentation, he had been there the longest. However, his power was the newest. Which meant years were spent trying different experiments on him and attempting to perfect his telekinesis once his powers finally emerged. He no longer dreamed of rescue, or any other foolish desires of escape. He interacted as little as possible with the guards, some days he wondered if he was just a shell with nothing left inside.
His back was against the wall as he sat on his small uncomfortable bed in the corner of an even smaller room. He liked the early hours, it was the only time he felt alone when the scientists were sleeping and his insomnia was keeping him awake. It was the closest thing to peace he ever experienced in a day and he grasped to it tightly.
A card swiped in the distance with the familiar beep that meant access was granted. He tilted his head slightly to listen better. The dead bolt door made the heavy clunk it always did when it unlocked and footsteps sounded then stopped abruptly.
These sounds caught Kell's attention, but not the way the next noise did. A crinkle of plastic, familiar, but a sound he hadn't heard in a while and could quite place. It wasn't until he heard the soft sound of someone chewing that he placed the peculiar noise. Candy wrapper.
He sat up which caused the small bed to groan. Something else was odd about the mannerisms of whoever was in the hallway. They didn't have a clear intent, no cell was being unlocked and it seemed like the person was almost uncertain in his movements.
Hello?
Kellan blinked, definitely not a scientist. Maybe an intern, but what would an intern be doing so early in the morning in such a restricted section.
Normally he resisted his urge to be naturally curious, he had been wide eyed and inquisitive when he first arrived and that had only gotten him into trouble and more pain than it was worth. He had learned to avoid drawing any attention to himself, even interacting with the other mutants was risky.
He used to cause more trouble before the collar. The cold silver metal ring latched around his neck in a way that was uncomfortably tight and a small red light on the side meant it was locked.
He didn't start with the collar, he had been able to use his powers freely in the cell. That was before they realized the extent of his raw power, before he tossed the bed so hard against the barred door that it twisted into the metal and broke it off the hinged. He had run of course, he made it to the elevator before reinforcements were called.
The next week they fitted him with the collar. Kellan fought it as they clamped it around his neck and the cold chill went through his body followed by a feeling of emptiness as the cruel collar severed him from his abilities.
That was when he essentially stopped fighting the way he had before. When he wished his ability was to disappear or to teleport, something that would allow him to see the world outside again and not train hour after hour and sustain injury after injury as they continued to push his abilities.
However, no reason seemed better than candy for him to draw attention to himself. He ran a hand through his dark auburn hair and tried to give himself one last chance to convince himself the possibility of candy wasn't worth it.
In the end, candy won as the tall man stood and moved towards the bars. He already regretted it, but he wanted the candy if he was being honest with himself. He was surprised to find the person in the hallway was someone he recognized. He had seen the man a few times, but he knew him to be the head scientists son.
"What do you have there?" Kellan called as he leaned against the bars. They kept the electricity off the metal during certain hours and since he didn't hear the steady hum he figured it was safe.
"Haven't been up here in a while, have ya?" He questioned, blue eyes bright and curious as he watched the scientist's son and arched his neck a little to try and figure out what candy he had on him.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 16:23:28 GMT -5
(oh shoot sorry gengar I didn't see your post before I did mine! Do I need to edit mine at all or is it ok?)
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Post by Gengar on Jul 21, 2017 16:26:03 GMT -5
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 16:28:20 GMT -5
Ok sweet ^^
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Jul 21, 2017 16:30:16 GMT -5
[ Alright my internship is over, so I might crank out a starter today c: ]
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Jul 21, 2017 16:33:36 GMT -5
(yay do it do it)
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